I pave the road with brick and stone
I pave the road, i pave alone
I hurt my back, i scratch my knees
I wet my hair, i start to sneeze
I've missed you much
I've missed you long
you know i still sing that song
with the bucket from the river
and the promise of forever
and the smile when you said forget me not
bet you think that i forgot
i wear the ring and bear the cross
for eight years now since the loss
i proudly pave your road and mine
i hope you know i carry you with me
all the time
4 comments:
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Ouch.. there is a majic to the way you write.. the way the sentiment is so strong, so overwhelming, that it owns the words. I hope you are feeling better, though your poem leaves me skeptic that you are.
Herlock: you're alive!
Juka: i don't know if this is comforting to you or even more distressing, but i am in a splendid mood these days :)
i very scarily blog like this even when i am happy...
oh and having said that, that was a very very nice thing to say, thank you :)
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